Tom's Poetry

Interlude

the drone of info television
while outdoor the always grind of
the crowd mechanic

rubber smoldering
in the sink machine
the click & whir of some neglected
belt & spring
a cloud layer of foul exhaust
swirling
at the somber movement from couch to bathroom
mirror

splash the face with the copper rust of water
&
failing to betray the stubble with a blade
trace wet careful
fingers along mirror-side circuitry
&
narrow shades
widen to allow a broader band of night
to illuminate channels across the room
to the door unopen

musing the android question
one more time
& another still movement to the window
where
drift blinking neon
billboards
along slowly predetermined ponderous skies

which broadcast
the angelic hum
& subliminal sounds of grace

& what motion of the eye
reflects in window panes
while ever
the shrill whine of focus & defocus
& the flutter of regulator flaps
as the heat & cool of the room electric
dilate in waves of time